thanks,
Your poems are lovely, haunting, melancholy sunshine,
drenched with longing, nostalgia, loss.
You have inspired, so here it is….

My beautiful brown leaf glows warm when spread before the sun,
and behind, the violet mountain below snowpeaks, before the
winter blue.
And so too, our brown age veins and creases
glow with so warm being
that when finally we alight in earth
the snows must melt.